About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, a little boy would come running into the Exxon station. Every time he approached the gas tanks, his dog would start barking uncontrollably, even though there was no one else around. One night, an old delivery driver noticed the commotion and asked what was going on. The boy looked up shyly and said, 'My dog just knows when it's almost midnight, and then we get free ice cream!' The driver laughed and offered him a scoop from the nearby ice cream truck parked outside. Ever since then, every evening at exactly eleven-thirty, everyone in town could hear the same familiar sound—barking followed by laughter.
2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the loading dock—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious but cautious, he took it inside, only to discover a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Open me if you’re ever stuck.’ Unwrapping the box carefully, he found a vintage thermos filled with steaming coffee and a smiley sticker that read: 'Fuel for your day!' Overjoyed, he shared his discovery with colleagues, who started leaving notes and small gifts in the empty boxes. Soon enough, Exxon became more than just a gas station—it was a place where everyone could get not only fuel but also a friendly hello.
3. At closing time one day, an Exxon attendant found a strange package in the employee breakroom fridge. Curious but cautious, he opened it to discover… nothing but a note that read: ‘Fill up my tank tonight.’ Confused and amused, the attendant shrugged and wrote back: 'Tank full!' The next morning, he found a neatly folded twenty-dollar bill stuck inside the gas nozzle. From then on, whenever someone asked why his smile was always so wide, he’d just say, 'Because I’m filling tanks for invisible customers.'
4. One foggy morning, as customers lined up for their daily fill, the PA crackled with an unexpected announcement: ‘Attention, ladies and gentlemen—we’ve just received word that our gas is now officially the best cure for hangovers.’ A regular pulled his truck forward, grinning widely. 'Finally,' he said, 'something worth waiting in line for!' Just then, a delivery driver shook his head and muttered, 'Guess I’ll stick to coffee.' The next day, the sign outside read simply: ‘Hangover Healer Fuel – Now Open 24 Hours.’